Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- (door closes) - Erlich: Oh, Dan.

And I don't care whatever it is that you're selling here.

You know what? Should we...

Nope. No calls.

and then I realized, you know, if they're gonna kill me, they're gonna kill me.

but I'm gonna go ahead and say

Yep. Two more weeks and Bream-Hall's in business.

Because of the tech.

and that will slowly drive you down a dark path

- Do... Do you guys know each other? - No.

I'd like a job, dears.

but you guys have to understand that companies like ours

Liz, you have beautiful skin.

Looks like we both lose.

No matter, I'll take both, and the, uh, whole first floor.

- Last night... - (both chuckle)

Did someone piss in someone's car?

with absolutely no regard for what that meant to the company.

Can you... reel it in a little?

- Holy shit. Is that... - Keenan Feldspar? Yes.

All right. The new build is done.

I wonder what kind of weird shit you get into.

Okay, first of all, my ex-wife is fucking the doctor

Well, no, but I... I never explicitly said that he wasn't.

- Yeah, oh my God. Yeah. - It was bad, right?

It took me a very long, long time

I find there's a certain escapist allure to real estate listings.

I just said my name was Dan, that's how he knows.

Oh. Yeah, they, um, shut the AC off after midnight.

before you launch your firm.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Seriously, though, I don't know who you're talking about.

Sorry. He didn't tell us who he was inviting to the meeting.

Uh, yeah, I guess just put it in the garage.

Oh. Oh, I see. Well...

I was born to roam, anyways.

Can I mark this deliverable as complete?

Oh, you don't have to. Okay.

Sequoia and Greylock, maybe a few more for this round.

head of compliance here at Fiduciated General.

♪ Turn the fuck up, we going out tonight ♪